Grab your phone so we can make sure they are not calling you.”Trevor pulled his shirt off then grabbed his phone. “Oh shit, I have a text from Don...a.” Trevor was sure that Donna was backing out. He put his code in the phone pulling up the text. “Well son of a bitch,” he said with a big grin. Trevor showed to text to Erin “I love you,” it read. Trevor kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants down.“Slow down, that text was from fifteen minutes ago. We still have eight more minutes for them to. It appeared to me to be more about him sticking his hardon in the crack of Georgette’s ass while they locked eyeballs, his hands over hers on the club. Georgette wasn’t even looking at the ball; it would take them three or four swings to even connect. “Wow, that looks like a good idea!” I declared, and ten minutes later, I was sticking MY hardon in the crack of Dawn’s ass while I ‘taught her how to swing’ ... We did a lot of kissing; when Tom and Georgette caught us the last barrier went down. I took a long sniff from the bottle and as soon as the effect kicked in I felt him push his thick, long cock up me in one long stroke. He reached forward, grabbed the bottle, sniffed some more and then took his cock all the way out and back in with one thrust."Oh my god, what a beautiful cock, fuck me, fuck me please, hard and fast please!" I shrieked as he began fucking me. I heard him laugh behind me as he pulled out and started teasing my hole with just the helmet of his huge cock."Oh please. He was still pissed at the airline hostie who had squeezed his balls and drove her heel into his foot and although he was carrying over one million dollars in mob funds back from KC he stiffed the cabbie on the tip.Inside the Litton Farmer's Bank, Ray Sullivan and Steve McDonald waited patiently for his arrival; they had been very busy in the half-hour since the Assistant Manager, Michele Bouvier, had taken Abbot's phone call announcing his pending arrival. They had ceased harassing the three.